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... of the southside: chain-link, flapping hazard tape, and a guard scrolling his phone behind a folding table that should’ve retired. "KEEP OUT" signs sagged like they’d given up.
The gate hung behind the tape—glass cracked across air, edges rippling like heat above asphalt. Standing near it felt like hearing a subwoofer with no sound. Pressure, not noise. The little hairs on my arms stood up like they wanted front-row seats.
I was not dressed like a hero. Duct-taped kitchen knife ...
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